Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.